T. My sister Kate cam up the gate
Wi' crowdie unto me, man;
She swore she saw some rebels run
To Perth and to Dundee, man.
Their left hand gen'ral had nae skill,
The Angus lads had nae gude will,
That day their neighbours' blude to spill;
For fear by foes that they should lose
Their cogues o' brose, they scar'd at blows,
And hameward fast did flee, man.

They've lost some gallant gentlemen
Amang the Highland clans, man;
I fear my Lord Panmure is slain,
Or in his en'mies' hands, man.
Now wad ye sing this double flight,
Some fell for wrang, and some for right,
And mony bade the warld gude-night,
Say pell and mell, wi' muskets knell,
How Tories fell, and Whigs to hell
Flew aff in frighted bands, man.

UP AND WARN A', WILLIE.

Up and warn a', Willie,
Warn, warn a';

To hear my canty Highland sang
Relate the thing I saw, Willie.

When we gaed to the braes o' Mar,
And to the weapon-shaw, Willie,
Wi' true design to serve our king,
And banish Whigs awa', Willie.

This song is written in a similar political strain to the one immediately preceding. It is difficult to account for the chorus, unless

Up and warn a' Willie,

Warn, warn a';

For lords and lairds came there bedeen,
And wow but they were braw, Willie.

But when the standard was set up,
Right fierce the wind did blaw, Willie :
The royal nit upon the tap

Down to the ground did fa,
Up and warn a', Willie,
Warn, warn a';

Willie.

Then second sighted Sandy said,
We'd do nae gude at a', Willie.

But when the army join'd at Perth,+
The bravest e'er ye saw, Willie,
We didna doubt the rogues to rout,
Restore our king an' a' Willie,

we are to suppose it adopted for the sake of the favourite old tune of "Up an' waur them a' Willie," since there was not a Willie of any note in the whole Jacobite army.

This stanza refers to an incident which happened at the great Jacobite meeting, which took place at Brae-Mar, just before the rebellion broke out. It is thus related by George Charles :-The Earl of Mar erected the Chevalier's standard there, on the 6th of September, 1715, and proclaimed him King of Scotland, England, France, and Ireland. This standard, supposed to be made by the Earl's lady, was very elegant; the colour was blue, having on the one side the Scottish arms wrought in gold, and on the other the Scottish thistle, with these words beneath, "No Union," and on the top the ancient motto, "Nemo me impune lacesset." It had pendents of white ribbon, one of which had these words written upon it-" For our wronged King and oppressed country." The other ribbon had "For our lives and liberties." It is reported that when this standard was first erected, the ornamental ball on the top fell off-a circumstance which greatly depressed the spirits of the Highlanders, whose superstitious prejudices led them to regard it as ominous of misfor. tune to the cause in which they had embarked.

At setting up the standard of the Chevalier, the Earl of Mar had not above 500 foot and horse; yet, in a few days, his army increased to between three and four thousand, and was able by a detachment

Up and warn a', Willie,

Warn, warn a';

The pipers play'd frae right to left,
O whirry Whigs awa', Willie.

But when we march'd to Sherramuir,
And there the rebels saw, Willie;
Brave Argyle attack'd our right,
Our flank, and front and a', Willie.
Up and warn a', Willie,
Warn, warn a';

Traitor Huntly soon gave way,
Seaforth, St. Clair, and a', Willie.

But brave Glengary, on our right,
The rebels' left did claw, Willie,
He there the greatest slaughter made,
That ever Donald saw, Willie.
Up and warn a', Willie,

Warn, warn a';

And Whittam fyl'd his breeks for fear,
And fast did rin awa, Willie.

For he ca'd us a Highland mob,

And swore he'd slay us a', Willie ;
But we chas'd him back to Stirling brig,
Dragoons and foot and a', Willie.
Up and warn a' Willie,

Warn, warn a';

At length we rallied on a hill,
And briskly up did draw, Willie.

to take possession of Perth, where he pitched his head-quarters. The Earl of Seaforth, having, in the meantime, secured the important pass of Inverness, Mar found himself in a short time at the head of no contemptible army, and in possession of three parts out of four of the country, and no army near to oppose him.

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But when Argyle did view our line,
And them in order saw, Willie,
He straight gaed to Dumblane again,
And back his left did draw, Willie.
Up and warn a', Willie,
Warn, warn a';

Then we to Auchterarder march'd,
To wait a better fa', Willie.

Now if ye spier wha wan the day,
I've tell'd you what I saw, Willie,
We baith did fight, and baith were beat,
And baith did rin awa', Willie.
Up and warn a', Willie,
Warn, warn a';

For second sighted Sandy said
We'd do nae good at a', Willie.

HARD fate, that I should banish'd be,
And rebel call'd with scorn,
For serving of the kindest prince
That ever yet was born.

O my king, God save my king,
Whatever me befall!

I would not be in Huntly's case,
For honours, lands, and all.

*This is the lament of one of the Highland Chieftains who went into exile shortly after the battle of Sheriff-muir. He strongly deprecates the defection of Huntly and Seaforth, who went over to the Brunswick interest, to which Huntly remained firm; but on the landing of James in the neighbourhood of Aberdeen, Lord Seaforth again espoused his cause, which he never afterwards deserted.

My target and my good claymore
Must now lie useless by;
My plaid and trews I heretofore
Did wear most cheerfully.
O my king, &c.

So cheerfully our king came o'er,
Sent Ecklin to the north;
But treach'rously he was betray'd
By Huntly and Seaforth.
O my king, &c.

O the broom, the bonny bonny broom,
The broom of the Cowdenknowes!
I wish these lords had staid at hame,
And milked their minnies' ewes,
O my king, &c.

O wretched Huntly, hide thy head!
Thy king and country's gone,
And many a valiant Scot hast thou
By villany undone.
O my king, &c.

Farewell, Old Albion, I must take
A long and last adieu;
Or bring me back my king again,
Or farewell hope and you.
O my king, &c,

Set our true king upon the throne

Of his ancestors dear,

And send the German cuckold home
To starve with his small gear.
O my king, &c.